#shikkotsunin

[daybreakrising]

@shikkotsunin liked for a starter (Genma (& Asuma & Yamato) & Sakura)

The early dawn sunlight did little to warm the ground of the training field and did even less to brighten Genma's spirits. Sitting cross-legged on the grass, his chin resting in the palm of one hand, he barely suppressed a yawn. He'd never been a morning person. Plucking a fresh senbon from a pouch, he popped it between his lips and stretched his back, letting his gaze sweep around him, optimistically seeking his sensei.

Spotting no flash of pink amongst the greens and browns of his surroundings, he sighed. It was probably some kind of test, making them wait for her. Resisting the urge to grumble, he instead cast his gaze over his teammates, pleased to see that at least one of them looked as unhappy about the hour as he felt.

They hadn't been a team for very long, but he knew them both well enough from their Academy days. When his name had been called alongside theirs he'd had a moment of fleeting panic and inadequacy – well, who wouldn't, when his teammates were both descended from powerful clans? His own was small and painfully average, nothing much to shout about at all. Of coursehe'd felt intimidated by their potential.

After a few weeks together, however, those feelings had dwindled to a whisper at the back of his mind. He'd bonded instantly with Asuma – the two of them shared a very similar laid-back outlook on life, and he'd learned quickly that the Sarutobi was keen to shake off the expectations of the family name.

Yamato, however, still scared him a little, and he wasn't too proud to admit it. He'd been a little on the weird side ever since he'd turned up at the Academy one day bearing the Senju name, with his odd formal manners and unblinking gaze. Then he'd grown a tree in the training yard – a small tree, but a tree nonetheless – and he'd gone from weird to terrifyingly impressive.

"Hey – do you think she's late?" He asked, looking between them. Asuma, flat on his back beside him, shrugged. "She was supposed to be here half an hour ago, right?"

"No." Yamato spoke up, standing over them like a sentry. When he looked down at them, his smile was devious. "We're early. I told you both the wrong time so you wouldn't be late."

If it hadn't been a genius idea, Genma might have spit his senbon at him.

[bitiing]

“  we’ll never be those kids again.  ”

pinterest sentence starters.  /  accepting.

ㅤ ㅤ And it had better stay that way, the thought that floated inside Karin's head at those unexpected words. The motivation behind them wasn't known at this time, but she had some conjectures of her own. So many people talked about childhood with a voice filled with nostalgia — remembering the sweet moments lived with their parents, the first friendships blossoming in the first games, so many incredible discoveries every single day. The first days were like that for her, living on the road with a mother so loving that she didn't even miss her father that much. Some places were welcoming, few people looked at them sympathetically, and the knowledge of the woman's special gift changed everything in the blink of an eye. Healing people with just one bite, enduring pain and exhaustion as if that was what she was born for, in front of a confused, helpless child. ❝ You make it sound like something bad. ❞ Her answer came after a heartbeat, her expression hard as if carved from marble. Sakura's past was still an open question in many ways, maybe she had a good time. However, her training as a kunoichi also began at an early age.

ㅤ ㅤ The steaming mug was right in front of her, both hands wrapped around it with a supposedly cozy attitude, letting the pleasant heat warm her palms. Crimson eyes watched the liquid with little interest, it was evident her mind was in another time, another place. A long sip preceded her speech, brief so as not to sound like a tormented soul, it would be a fatal blow on her self-esteem. ❝ Those kids had no choice, growing up to serve the vested interests of a village. ❞ Kusagakure or Konohagakure, the location didn't matter in the end, they all had one goal in mind only. Extracting as much as possible from those ranks of still-so-innocent children, impressing upon them a sense of duty from day one. Dying for the village was more than an honorable act — it was an obligation to sacrifice their own lives, and even their companions' or innocent people, for the greater good. ❝ I don’t know about you, but I don’t miss those days at all. ❞ Since her sacrifice left permanent marks, not just the countless bite scars all over her body, but the submission imposed on her as the only way to survive. Worst of all, it was just the beginning, as she was always seen as a tool above everything else.

[uchiha-madara]

@shikkotsunin​ asked:  

 “don’t you care about me at all?” Maybe for the hellsing verse if you still have muse? 8))

“Me, care for anyone?” It’s a teasing lilt, but his hand flops onto her head and he ruffles her hair a little. “You’re asking a bit too much, aren’t you?”

“Still, I’ve come to care for you,” He assures. As much as a several-hundred-year old vampire can care, he knows. “You know, as a snack.”

Can’t let her get too complacent, he thinks, and the next thought-- Damn, I’m going soft.

[tjscollection]

@shikkotsunin​

CALIS sfksdlgksdldskaflks

[oniborn]

he was sick and tired of the asura realms, the pace at which the environment changed was almost dizzying and quite frankly annoying. the scene had once again altered and just as hana was about to cuss out the great spirit and that uncle god of his for putting him through countless tests for his own benefit, the scenery surrounding him caught his eye. it was so different. it was nothing like the kind he'd been in until now -- war-torn, plane debris, and corpses scattered all over the tiny island he was on. no, this place was filled with luscious green crowns on tall trees, wild animals in the surrounding woods, and a single dirt road ahead. something was not right. amber hues narrowed at the road as there was no sign ahead that would indicate what it lead to. if hana wanted to find out, he'd have to keep walking, but a big part of him did not want to find out. climbing up on one of the tall trees to take a nap in the shadow of its leaves sounds ideal right about now, but who knows what his uncle would pull if he did do that. so, he walks ahead. it was peaceful despite the peculiar quality of this place, his senses soaking in the light, fresh breeze, the warm touch of sun rays on his pale skin, the lack of the modern world disturbing nature. having lived in the outskirts of tokyo, he has not been witness to this often; only once or twice when he'd been in izumo. a large gate comes into view after a while of walking, with some strange symbols etched into its wooden plates. he can read the hiragana well enough, but the young asakura has not seen anything like that in all of his travels, and he's seen a lot of weird things. his gaze spots a speck of pink hair near the entrance of the gate, his mind instantly associating it with tamao, and it's enough to have him approach the girl. surely she'd know since she belongs to this asura realm. " oi, can you tell me what this place is? " he asks as soon as he is within hearing distance, hands shoved in his pockets, and shoulders squared.

started for @shikkotsunin !!

[bloomingtalent]

Happy birthday, bun-bun <3

Mun's bday!

Thank you so much (and also for still keeping up with me despite being sucked into another fandom and muse atm). I love you!

[scariestnara]

@shikkotsunin​

“ah!” she was expecting it would be an elder knocking on her door at this early hour of the morning. the door opens a bit more in front of sakura, yoshino already way more at ease now that she won’t get lectured by a clan leader.

 “sakura! nice to see you, dear. how have you been?” she takes half a second before moving out of the way as an invitation, gesturing towards the still slightly dark hallway. “where are my manners, come in. tsunade-sama mentioned you’d stop by for a look through the medical books of the clan, right?”

[legendfilia]

@shikkotsunin​ requested a starter.

                           “ i wish... “ she could be as strong as the other, one day. words that will never be spoken, desires that would never be confessed. that she’d be useful. that she’d not be a burden. “ may i come along, sakura-san? “ to watch, at least. to see what people who are strong, people who are not like her can do.